Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... what to think. Was this some sort of peace offering or did Betty simply not want this and was letting him dispose of it for her? The wry smile on her face as she ambled off towards the parking lot didn’t help any in figuring it out. Looking down at the bag of popcorn, he raised it to his face and took a sniff of the salty warm aroma, then glanced back up at the old woman’s back as she walked away. Cam smiled to himself. The old girl did like him, he thought.

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Tom had lost interest in everything and everyone around him. Seeing Lee so caught up and gazing at the face of that masked man Zorro… it was just too much. He felt his heart actually hurting in his chest. He slowly slumped down from a standing position to sitting on the bench he’d been standing on. He held the stick with the red handkerchief bundle tied to one end in his right hand across his knees. The irony of it representing a person running away from their troubles did not escape his thoughts. Right now, it was more than fitting. He decided that, in fact, that might be a good idea at this point. He was just starting to push himself up to stand when a voice cut through his melancholy fueled despair.

“Tom?” She asked, just the one word, his name, but for Tom it might as well have been a choir of angels from on high.

Tom’s head and eyes snapped upwards, tracking directly to the source of that heavenly toned enchantment. Lee! The Gypsy girl with the veil pulled aside revealing her face. But how? ...

... The look of puzzlement on his face grew even more comical when he glanced back at the dance floor seeing who he… thought… was Lee, still dancing with Zorro.

Lee turned to see what Tom was looking at and saw her sister and Yvonne twisting and turning on the dancefloor. She realized Tom’s confusion and it dawned on her just why he seemed so despondent and then confused when he saw her.

“You… you thought my sister was me?” Lee asked with a giggle.

“I…” Tom tried to explain but gave up when the words just wouldn’t come out of his mouth that was twisted in a confused wry grin. He shrugged and could feel himself turning red.

Lee stepped closer to him, and reached for his forgotten cup of lemonade. Tom watched in fascination as her delicate hand reached out and grasped his cup and gently pulled it out of his hand. Never losing eye contact with his, Lee lifted the cup to her lips and took a long sip, then licked her lips and smiled. A smile full of promise, and hope, like what he saw in her pretty blue eyes.

The lights overhead dimmed and the lively paced music that had been playing wound down as the song came to an end. People on the dancefloor paused, smiling at one another, some left the floor others waited for the next song. As a slower paced beat began to sound from the big speakers, those on the floor stepped closer to one another, many who had been watching decided that it was time for them to take a chance on the floor. Tom was one of them.

Standing up and ...